You're A Grand Old Flag

There's a feeling comes a-stealing
And it sets my brain a-reeling
When I'm listening to the music of a military band
Any tune like Yankee Doodle
Simply sets me off my noodle
It's that patriotic something that no one can understand
Way down south, in the land of cotton
Melody untiring
Ain't that inspiring?
Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the jubilee!
And that's going some, for the Yankees, by gum! Red, white and blue, I am
For you!
Honest, you're a grand old flag!

I'm no cranky hanky panky
I'm a dead square, honest Yankee
And I'm mighty proud of that old flag
That flies for Uncle Sam
Though I don't believe in raving
Ev'ry time I see it waving
There's a chill runs up my back that makes me glad
I'm what I am
Here's a land with a million soldiers
That's if we should need 'em
We'll fight for freedom!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For every Yankee tar
And old G.A.R
Ev'ry stripe, ev'ry star
Red, white and blue
Hats off to you
Honest, you're a grand old flag!

You're a grand old flag
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave
You're the emblem of
The land I love
The home of the free and the brave
Ev'ry heart beats true
'Neath the Red, White and Blue
Where there's never a boast or brag
But should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag